As it happens to be the last day of 2015, I decided it would be fitting to write a year-end post. When looking back on years past, I would have to say that this has been my most inspiring, productive, … Continue reading
How many mouths can cooperate greed feed When we live in a world where we all disbelieve In a different way of life? One without minorities One without strife How many mouths can cooperate greed feed When we … Continue reading
Take a step back Back into the unknown Into what used to be but never was And what used to keep you up at night alone Take a step back And look forward Take on a new perspective And look … Continue reading
Have you ever simply closed your eyes and just listened to the breeze? Listened to the whistling of the leaves and that quiet in between? There really isn’t anything else like it. It carries you away on a lighthearted symphony that is so soft and so free. Take a moment and come along with me.
When you’re here, there’s never any rush. Take your time, and embrace it all. Look around you, breathe it all in. This is beauty in its rawest form and you are here to witness it. Listen to every chirp, every groan, and every creak. Let every sound, smell, and sight fill you up. Lay in it and let it hold you.
What you are witnessing is a living, breathing masterpiece; a muse eternal.
I have never felt a love, a joy, or a sense of wonder like this. Nothing can compare. I am whole here and there isn’t a worry in the world.
So close your eyes and take a moment. Take it now. What you’re missing is floating on the wind.
Fear is a large blanket, covered in many different scenarios. Fear means many things to many people. For me fear is the movement of six little legs, moving my way. Fear is standing on the peak of my favourite mountain, looking down, and trying not to let the edge pull me off. It is the affection of a lover from whom I have yet to gain trust. Fear comes to me in the form of a compliment I do not believe. Fear is not knowing what is lurking in the shadows when I am alone in the eve’. Fear is opening up my doors and dropping all of my walls with a very great chance of being burned. I am afraid of moments like this, writing a post, where I fear I am unable to outdo my last one. Fear is that moment when my heart nearly stops in my chest and I don’t know what to do next to change the path of the situation. Fear is the bane of my existence. The thing that holds me back from all of the wild adventure in the unknown. Fear for me is the word “no” when “yes” should be the only answer.
What is fear for you?
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Mashing the back of the fork down on top of the eggs is my favourite part. I love to watch the yellow yolk as it streams out over the toast like syrup. I smile at mum as she comes over to cut the toast and eggs into little pieces for me before heading back to bed. It is the early morning, I am four, and these poached eggs on toast are my favourite meal. There’s just something about the toast, the gooeyness of the egg, and the flavour of the pepper that just captivates the senses. I don’t care that no one is sitting here with me, for I am too immersed in the enjoyment of this moment. The warmth is filling up inside my belly as each tasty bit finds its way into my mouth and I fall in love. Finally the inevitable happens and I have eaten it all. I am saddened once no egg bits remain so I stay seated, staring at my empty plate. Why couldn’t that moment have just lasted a little bit longer?
Today, I am nineteen, and these poached eggs on toast are still my favourite meal. However, my plate need no longer remain empty, for I can reach the stove.
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Jittery and abrupt, this man takes no time to be patient. His body quivers with the anticipation of his daily coffee. It is not the happy quiver of excitement that consumes him, but the shakes of a man seeking an escape. I never knew that coffee could be an escape but I suppose it may be for some.
His eyes jump out at me as he asks for his regular coffee and he tells me all the woes that have ruined his day. It is only 9 am and he has no optimism for what may come. His coffee is a centimeter too high in his cup, his voice grows. I dump it out and it becomes too low. Finally the perfect height is reached and he pays, demanding a receipt. I smile anyways and he gives me a look which is neither friendly or unkind. He holds that look for a long moment before finally turning away.
I watch him leave and walk a few meters from the shop. He lights a cigarette and stares off into traffic. His windbreaker jacket is an awkward shade of blue and stands out amongst the many people walking by. I then notice the way his faded baseball cap makes his graying tufts of hair stick out at awkward angles. Staring at him, I can’t help but wonder about this man and what created him into such an awkward character. However, there is one thing I am sure of… he will be back in 20 minutes for his free refill.
This song kicked me in the chest and made me fall on my back. That’s how much emotion is in the lyrics. This song reminds me that there are things that are more important than what we believe. Beauty, dreams, attitude, material items etc. We should be out LIVING LIFE. When you die your beauty, dreams, attitude etc. die with you. On the other hand, if you are out DOING things and being a beautiful person inside, then you live on after death and you leave something valuable behind. This song made me realize that dreams don’t matter if you don’t ever do anything with them. That is why it is better to have goals and aspirations. It also reminds me that even though things may not be the way I’d like them to be I can still be positive and feel great about my life and keep pushing forward.
Jack White surprised me and opened up my mind to some things I hadn’t really thought of before, the abuse of women’s rights. He mentions a women not caring about the wounds she inflicts upon him and how he gets in trouble for it because she “has freedom in the 21st century” . The thing about this song that really gets me is how true it is. I think it is very unfair that women are abusing the rights we have worked so hard to get. We, as women, should be taking responsibility for our actions rather than hiding behind the rights that women before us fought so hard for. Grow up and use your rights as they were intended to be used.
This song may not have any lyrics but it takes you away, like a little boat, into the tide of everything. This song makes me feel peace and reminds me of the roads I have yet to travel. When I hear the cords pick up, I am reminded that there is happiness in every moment and that something beautiful is always waiting around the corner. This song feels like coming home in a place I’ve never been (which, of course, is the best feeling) and I just fall so deeply in love with everything around me. This song means love, acceptance, travel, home, friends, happiness, uncertainty… this song is a musical tale of life. Before hearing this song, I never knew how many emotions the cords of a single man on a single guitar could make me feel and it was way more than I could have imagined.